I Have Issues...



Ok first and foremost... I was sitting in my room one day, and I felt really bad for the way I treated my ex-fiancee Jessica Divan. Now she put up with a lot of my shit and I realize that. But you know what I did? I emailed her and apologized to her for all the bullshit I put her through. Well you know what? I take that back... Jessica Divan, you are a walking piece of white trailer trash along with your little cock sucking man named Jason Ross. I see you on your mommy's website, ah you look so spoiled, having your mommy and your daddy take care of you living in some trailer on the west side of Phoenix. Thats right... I bet not see you in a thong or anywhere else. Lord knows you eat chicken by the truck, truck, truck... and Lord knows you havent seen me in a while, so you have NO CLUE what I look like and boy will your midget be surprised when I walk up to him the next time and commence an ass kicking on him.
And by the way stop contacting my girlfriend. She doesnt know you, she doesnt give a shit about you, so just dont talk to her. As far as she is concerned you can crawl back into that little piece of shit you call home in the Bel Aire Trailer Park on Roody Poo Boulevard and Candy Ass Way.
By the way, August 12th, 2000... its not gonna happen. I hate to break the news to you, but it wont happen. You have to realize something. But you really will be surprised when the day comes.
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